oh, how I’d much rather stay here all day
searching out words that make me feel
and forget this day job that pays the bills
but seems like a waste of everything else

i’d so much rather bathe in chewy, buoyant stanzas that float me
along alliterative alleyways
i’d rather the rush of your stories caress me 
with soft hands or coarse,
I don’t mind when you shock and shake me

over here at the day job the surprises are never good ones
just broken widgets and more broken widgets
and people up in arms over the broken widgets

if I’m going to keep pushing papers around
let them instead be filled with a passionate, hard won calligraphy
scratched out in secret caves of wisdom and beauty and insanity and 
truth as best I find it
illuminated
shared
with all who serve as scribes
to this existence

(participating in this year’s LexPoMo has been so wonderful- and I’ll really miss it when the month ends!)